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Title:
Flavored Kisses
Anime: Gundam Wing
Warnings: Lots 'o
Kisses
Note: Let's just say the idea of this fic just struck
me out of nowhere…Sheer boredom really gets the brain a working.
I mean, I just sat there and poof, the idea just literally
struck me( via the chair slid right out under me). I had to
force myself into a full two-hour non-stop typing spree. Cuz if
I don't get it down in a one shot, I ain't gett'n it down at
all.*sweatdrop *. Anyway, Comments and Criticism are
craved…e-mail me! Flavored Kisses
Duo tapped a pencil against the side of his cheek,
his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth. The braided boy
then bent down to the tiny notepad on his lap and started
scribbling furiously. He raised his head again and seemed to
look with consternation at his scribbled notes, his eyebrows
furrowing in disapproval. He tore the sheet and crumpled it,
then threw it over his head straight to the wastebasket. Well,
it was supposed to go to the wastebasket but the area around it
would have to do. Duo brought his hand to his head and shook his
head in great frustration. His violet eyes narrowed in mischief
before uttering in a devious voice, the fate of the universe in
the near future.
"The experiment shall
begin."
Trowa looked up from his classical book at the
tromping form of a certain braided pilot. His one emerald eye
narrowed in suspicion before dropping back to the words printed
on the book. The uni-banged boy could hardly concentrate as the
form of Maxwell wreaked havoc around the once neat and orderly
lounge. In great irritation, Trowa stood up and glared at the
mischievous pilot before sweatdropping at the concentration on
the face Pilot 02 who at the meantime was staring quite intently
at him.
" … What do you want Maxwell?" He asked his voice silent
and deadly.
Duo looked up to him and pursed his lips as if
contemplating his answer. Trowa waited patiently as he always
did.
"…Would you do something …for the sake of science?" Duo
asked his face hopeful, his eyes starting to get wobbly.
Trowa
sighed. It was best to give up before Maxwell gets even more
determined.
"In reasonable limits." He replied…rather
vaguely.
" Would you kiss me?"
"WHAT!?!" Trowa's only visible
eye widened his mouth clenching hard as his hands opened and
closed in shock. Duo seemed unperturbed and pushed his question
relentlessly.
"…So, would ya kiss me Tro?" Trowa was at the
moment too shocked to say anything…He blinked. Duo was leaning
forward, his lush lips pursed, ready for a kiss. Trowa was just
about to faint when Maxwell's upturned lips met his…and the
world vanished in a puff of smoke.Sakura floated
lazily amid the soft wind currents twirling around the lean form
of a certain Asian pilot. Wufei was meditating, as he always was
and at the moment, he was doing his meditating under his favorite
Sakura tree. The world was always so full of injustice. There
were always people who were defenseless and became helpless
casualties of war. Then, there was hunger and unemployment as
well as plagues wiping out whole colonies. It was injustice and
there was nothing Wufei could do about it. He was just one
mortal amongst so many, helpless in his incapability to help so
many people. If only he had the courage as Meiran had…if
only-
His peace was shattered as a crumple of leaves emanated
from feet that were obviously in front of him. Damn! He had been
too occupied in his meditation to notice…or maybe the stranger
was just good. Wufei opened his eyes slowly, his hand already on
his sword. His ears were perked and sensitized to any sound that
may mean danger. The bronze skinned warrior was totally
unprepared for the heart-shaped face of his fellow pilot that
regarded him. He clenched his teeth and stood up straight,
letting the hand on his sword fall to his hips as he took on the
'lecture' pose.
"Kisama Maxwell, What is the meaning of
this?!" He asked, a nervous twitch developing under his left
eye.
"…Would you do something…for the sake of Science?" Wufei
sputtered as Maxwell gazed up at him, patiently waiting for
Wufei's answer.
"K'so. What has this anything to do with you
being here!? Since when have you ever been into Science
Maxwell?" The pilot of Shenlong sneered with obvious vehemence.
Duo raised an eyebrow but said nothing otherwise. Wufei was just
about to turn around when two strong hands grasped him by the
shoulders." Kisama! Maxwell-Mph" Quatre whistled as he
kneaded the dough in his hands. Sprinkling flour lightly unto
his work area Quatre turned over the lump of dough in his hand
and grabbed a few handfuls of raisin, he then dumped it unto the
dough in his hand and started incorporating the tiny black
things into the smooth yellow mass. Humming a cheery tune, he
popped the dough into a glass-mixing bowl then covered it with
waxed plastic and left it to rise.
The house smelled sweet,
filled with the scent of freshly baked pastry. The kitchen as
usual was being manned by the sweet pilot of Sandrock, his hands
busily adorning various kinds of bread with raisin, cheese and
other such delicious toppings. Rolling up his sleeves, Quatre
placed on gloves and headed toward one of the many stoves lining
his huge kitchen. He opened the oven door and gasped in delight
as the sweet smell of blueberry pie assailed his senses.
Taking
the hot pie pan into his gloved hands, he then placed the hot
pastry on the counter to cool off and turned his attention on
the other pastries lining his nook. The blonde pilot smiled as
he placed his hands on his hips.
" The Fund Raising bake sale
will be a success and those orphans will finally get decent
school textbooks!" He smiled triumphantly before turning around
and almost falling over his fellow pilot. "DUO, Watch where
you're going! You could've spilled all pastry I've been baking
for the Bake Sale an hour from now!" His fellow pilot blinked
and smiled sheepishly at Quatre.
The blonde pilot noticed that
Duo had a small notepad in his hand and raised an inquiring
eyebrow. The violet-eyed pilot however missed the inquiry as he
was too preoccupied by the delicious Blue Beery Pie just beyond
his reach. Quatre shook his head sadly at the drooling Pilot of
Deathscythe. "Duo, you know it's not for you!" The braided pilot
sighed in resignation before fixing Quatre…a very queer
look.
" Q…Would you do something…for the sake of Science?" Quatre
looked at the Pilot of Deathscythe.
"…Depends…I
guess."
"So…um…would you kiss me?" Quatre blushed his cheeks
turning into an interesting shade of red. He fidgeted and looked
down. He could feel the weight of Duo's eyes on him." So?'
Quatre blushed some more, the heat in his cheeks spreading all
over his body. His heart was racing a hundred miles an hour as
two gentle hands raised his face to meet two burning orbs of
amethyst.In one of the Preventer's headquarters, a
certain Lieutenant Zechs Marquise was holding a careful
inspection on the new recruits. The blonde pilot of Tallgeese
rubbed his chin in thought as he passed rank after rank of new
recruits. They were nothing like the soldiers from the war. They
were extremely thin and barely had any strength or emotional
stability that could match any of his previously well-trained
soldiers. Zech sighed and waved his hand in dismissal at Noin
who was in charge of ushering the recruits out. Blue eyes
scanned the horizon and sighed more deeply. Peacetime bore him
to no end. He missed the intellectual challenge of a good
skirmish…well; at least there would be no more casualties. He
was suddenly disturbed from his contemplation as the familiar
form of Sally Po ran towards him.
"Lieutenant Zechs! An
informant has arrived. He has news about the rebel faction near
Sanq. He wants to meet you at the interrogation room as soon as
possible." She panted, catching her breath from all the running
she must've done. Zechs looked at her and nodded; slowly winding
his way to the interrogation room inn the basement of the
building, he was currently in.
Approaching the room, Zechs
took in a deep breath and stuffed the melancholy somewhere at
the back of his mind. He straightened his uniform and walked in,
his stance rigid and his face showing no emotion. The boy
sitting on the table was amusingly dressed in a black hooded
robe and seemed to be deep in thought. The blonde Lieutenant
coughed and to his surprise, familiar amethyst eyes regarded him
from beneath the cowl of the robe.
" Konichiwa! Zechs-chan!"
The obvious form of Pilot O2 waved at him form his seated
position. Zechs groaned. Every time the braided teen showed up,
trouble would undoubtedly follow.
"Maxwell…what can I do for
you?"
"…I have the information but first…there's something I must
ask you."
"And what may that question be?"
"Anou…Would you
do something…for the sake of Science?" Zechs raised an eyebrow;
curious but dreaded what his answer would bring about.
"And,
if I say yes?" With alarm, he saw that the pilot of Deathscythe
was slowly creeping towards him, in a manner disturbingly
sensual."…What are you doing?"
"…The answer to your
question…Sex-chan!"
" ! "Treize yawned. Ever since
the war had ended, he practically had nothing to do. He had
enough money to last for a lifetime and would need not to work
for the rest of his life. He had taken all the luxury a
billionaire would do but found in the end that he hardly enjoyed any
of it. The guilt over the blood money being spent for his own
good weighed heavily on his soul and pained him every time he
spent a dime.
The auburn haired General had thought of donating
the money to charity but had decided that he'd rather spend the
rest of his days in boredom rather than trying to earn money
again, using underhanded means. After all, an honest business
was a physical impossibility. Tapping his lean fingers against
the marble table, Treize brought a wine glass to his lips and
took a sip of the rich red wine. Sighing in pleasure, he was
about to go back to his murky thoughts when a thump sounded in
front of him. Raising his head in a dignified manner, Treize
smiled at the willowy form of a familiar braided pilot.
"Duo
Maxwell. I haven't seen you for quite a while." Raising his
ever-present back cap to reveal a two dazzling amethyst orbs, Duo
smiled up at Treize.
"…Would you do something…for the sake of
Science?" He asked.
His voice hinting towards a hidden meaning
that Treize would just love to unravel.
"Now, Mr. Maxwell.
What would compel me to agree to your question when it is so
plain that you have a hidden agenda under you sleeves." Treize
remarked as he took another sip from his wine glass.
The
violet-eyed teen shrugged and plopped down unto the chair beside
him.
" But wouldn't you want to know what my experiment is
about; not even a little?" Inching closer to Treize as he voiced
the question.
"Indeed, I am very curious, but I know better
than to trust you Mr. Maxwell. Your pranks amongst you fellow
Gundam Pilots are so renowned that they too have reached my
ears." Treize chuckled as the braided pilot harrumphed beside
him.
"PLEASE! It's an experiment I'm working on!" Duo turned his
cute wobbly eyes at full blast to the unsuspecting General. He
even added teardrops at the side for effect. Under the full
blast of Duo's Kawaii-ness, Treize's will to resist
crumbled.
"Alright. You win. What do I have to
do?"
"Nothing…really."
"Then why ask me such a
stupi-"Heero grumbled. The normally stoic pilot was
having a hard time finding his notepad. He usually kept the tiny
pad for passwords or other small things he needed to remember.
The moss haired pilot had turned their room, as in His and
Duo's, upside down looking for the tiny notepad where he had
scribbled down his program password.'K'so!'
He cursed
mentally.
Plopping down in a chair he swiveled around and began
to type furiously. He had to redo the whole program again,
having annoyingly forgotten the damn passwords as well the
numeric codes. He grumbled and settled down to typing the
extremely long program. He was so occupied in his tirade that he
missed the door opening and closing gently. Heero was still to
preoccupied when a pair of hands suddenly found their way around
his neck…Lashing out in instinct Heero whirled around only to be
knocked on the floor by a familiar weight on his body. Eyes
widening, Heero spotted the familiar form of his notepad in his
lover's hands.
"Duo no baka!" He growled, trying to right
himself. Strong hands pushed back on the floor as Duo, on top of
him slowly shook his head no." Omae o Korosu!" Duo smiled at the
frustrated Heero underneath him.
"Aren't you even interested
at the results of the test?"
"What test?"
"Umm…. remember the
thing we talked about last night?" Seeing the confused and
uncomprehending look on Heero's face, Duo sighed and crossed his
arms." You know. The one when you kissed me and said I tasted
like freshly brewed hot coffee."
"Aa."
"Then I wondered how
other people would taste like?"
"…"
"Well, I did a few
kissing-"
"DUO!"
"Shush! I'm in a middle of an explanation
here!" He commented as two hands kept a very irritated and
somewhat jealous Heero pinned securely on the floor. " I kissed
almost every guy I knew and well…"
"…"
"I found out that
Kisses * do * have flavor."
"…"
"I kissed Trowa…he tasted like
Menthol candies." Heero's eyes widened.
"Why would Trowa
taste like Menthol?" Duo smiled then shrugged.
"That's what
he tasted like to me! Anyway, I kissed Wufei and boy! He was
hot!"
"…Duo…" Heero bristled at hearing Duo say that Wufei was
hot…He was about to sulk when Duo grinned at him
mischievously.
"I meant…hot as in chili hot. It seared my tongue
just kissing him." With that, Duo tossed his head back in
laughter and was soon followed by soft chuckles, which obviously
came from Heero Yuy.
"He's Chinese. They're reputed to like spicy
food."
"Uhuh. He tasted like he just ate a whole farm of Chili
Peppers!" Duo chuckled some more. Heero gave the braided boy
sitting on him a questioning look.
"Exactly how many people
did you kiss?"
"Umm…. That's beside the point. Just wait until I
finished, then you can count. Now, where was
I?"
"Wufei."
"Oh! Yeah, then I kissed Quatre…Man! The guy
tasted like honey with sugar with candy with extra sweetener.
You can't believe how sweet Quatre tasted. It's like…" Duo
shuddered. " I felt like I could've gotten Diabetes the moment
those lips touched mine."
"…Hn. It sounds so much like Quatre."
Heero chuckled.
"Yah.! Then-"
"There's still a then?" Heero
raised an eyebrow.
"Yup. Anyway, I kissed Zechs-"
"You kissed
Zechs?"
"Yup! And he smelled and tasted an awful lot like
vanilla. It tasted pretty good…actually he's a real good kisser
but by the time I got back to the safe house…there was this
weird aftertaste in my mouth. It tasted kinda like…sour milk."
Duo scrunched up his face in disgust. " I had to brush my teeth
thrice and gargled almost seven times to get the aftertaste
out."
"Hn. serves you right." Duo gave Heero a raspberry before
heading on with his story.
"…Hm. Yeah, then I kissed
Treize…It was really awful at first. His mouth tasted like
roses…Ewwwww. It was kinda bitter and soapy at the same time. I
was just about to pull out when he deepened the kiss…'I guess
the saying with wine applies to him. It just keeps getting
better the closer you get to the end of the glass.'"
"I can
imagine…"
"Heero…You're giving me that look again. If you have a
question…spit it out already!"
"…How do I taste like…?" Duo
giggled and bent down to whisper something to Heero's ear. The
normally imperturbable and stoic pilot blushed…all the way to
his toes.
"DUO!"
~Owari~
Heero: *blush*
Duo:
Hehe…
Heero:…* still red*
FalconIce: Well now. That didn't
turn out the way I exactly planned…Bu~ut It still has the ' many
possibility ' ending that I think had become my
trademark.
Heero: I refuse to believe I taste like that…You are
an evil woman…FalconIce.
Duo: Awww…It's unique Hee-chan!
Nothing tastes bitter and salty a-mph!
FalconIce: Shush! You're
giving away the ending!
Heero: *blush hotter *
FalconIce:
Comments, criticisms, bug me mails and what's the ending mails
are to be e-mailed Feel
free to e-mail me because I just enjoy hearing all sorts of
opinions, good or bad.
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